Walk Of Shame (On hold)

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It was 9 am and Zayn had already put in three hours of workout at the gym. He was getting ready to leave. As he guzzled down his lemon water , he felt someone hug him from behind.

"Hello Superman" oh hell no. Only one person calls him that. He carefully removed her arms from around himself and turned to face her. He sighed gratefully when his heart didn't thud in his chest like it always did when he saw her. She no longer had him.

"Bintu, hi. It's been a minute" the petite woman's face twisted in confusion.

"What the hell is that? I don't get a hug?" She asks confidently, so sure of herself.

Zayn smiled politely.
"You broke up with me bintu, so I'm afraid not" he says calmly.

"We didn't break up, we're on a break"

Zayn shook his head; no
"Your exact words were; I think we should end this, not lets take a break"

Bintu's smile faltered slightly. They had broken up four time and Zayn has taken her back five times. So she was taken aback by his polite coldness, the worst kind of coldness. the disrespectful kind. if he had shown anger she would know how to handle him. But the total lack of emotion meant one thing; he isnt her's anymore

"What is wrong with you Zee, why are you being a stranger?" She says, attempting to hug Zayn again. Zayn moved back, avoiding her arms completely. "What the hell is wrong with him?" She thought. Zayn had never been able to resist her. She was his nicotine, his heroin, his bumble Bee! and now he won't even hug her?

"I'm sorry B, I can't. I'm married"

The impact of his words shoved bintu back two paces. It was like he threw a bomb at her because her ears were ringing.

"What did you say?" She asks quietly, looking like he kicked her in the gut. Zayn honestly did not expect this reaction from her. She always treated him like a pest, like he was so beneath her. And being the love sick puppy that he was then, Zayn didn't notice, didnt care. He had drooled over her and followed her all around nigeria for 10 years. She was the first women to make him want to peel the skin of his back just to see her smile. She was his high school sweetheart, She was his first love.

"I am married. With a kid"
Bintu's heart twisted in her chest so much that it pushed and 'umph' out of her. Was he lying to get her to leave him alone? Is that it? That has to be it.

"Zee That's not possible" she whispered with a dry chuckle.

"And why is that?" Zayn asks

"Because you love me!"

"I did. so much, too much. Bee I was ready to give you my life but you didn't want me. You broke my heart and never thought twice about it"

"I did.. I do want you Zee ...I was just trying to discover myself at the time..."

Zayn scoffed at the bullshit reply. He also didnt know who he was or what he was doing at the time but the only thing he was sure of was he wanted 'B' in his life. He remembered how she left him standing in the middle of a hotel with balloons, flowers, cake, a live band and a truck load of birthday presents, waiting to surprise her. She had called at 1am after he'd left and gone home to break up with him. Zayn remembered how he begged and how bad it hurt. At the time he didn't think he was going to live much less love anyone again.

"No you don't B, you never loved me, heck you never even liked me. you just loved how i was at your beck and call, you were drunk off the power you had over me"

"How can you say that to me? You're my Superman" she says quietly, her voice cracking. Tears welling up in her eyes.
Zayn shook his head.

"Not anymore, I'm sorry" he gave her a curt nod before lifting his gym bag off the floor and leaving the gym.